Notailedbijuu Chpt 1

Chpt 1- He's Awake! “Nnngh…” “Yamada-nanaseki? Are you awake?” Hanatarou’s eyes focused to see his fukutaichou’s worried face. Her dark eyes brightened as she saw him wake up. “Thank goodness! I thought your wound was fatal, the way that Rukia-san attacked you, but as I got to you it turned out it wasn’t as bad as I thought.” “Isane-f-fukutaichou!” The boy quickly sat up and winced at the throbbing pain. He gingerly touched the wound on his chest only to feel sensitive flesh. “Be careful,” Isane scolded, “I healed your wound and it seemed like it didn‘t need to be bandaged. It may leave a scar. But if you move too fast it may open!” He scratched the back of his head and nodded. “A-ah…sorry.” He fixed his torn, bloody clothes as best as he could. Then he remembered. “Oh no! Rukia-san! Wha-what about Rukia-san?! And K-Kuchiki-taichou! I remember he was fighting an arrancar!” Isane nodded, “Yes, I’ve healed most of her wounds. You can help me with the rest. As for Kuchiki-taichou, he has defeated the arrancar.” Hanatarou turned to see the long-haired captain stand alone with his back turned and noted the blood stained on the man. ‘As expected from a captain such as Kuchiki-taichou,’ he thought silently in awe. ‘Well, he doesn‘t seem to be hurt…I guess.’ “Yamada-nanaseki?” He turned away from the silent man to see his vice-captain crouching down by Rukia’s body, her hands emitting a green glow. His feet scrambled up and he trotted to her side. The small shinigami looked down and frowned at how the strong, young Kuchiki he looked up to could turn out like this. He shook his head from those unnecessary thoughts. Closing his eyes, he put his hands above a nasty gash, and focused his kido to his hand, emitting the same glow. Slowly, the wound under his palms closed up until they were barely visible. The two fourth squad members went about repeating the slow process of healing the rest of the wounds. Hanatarou looked up to see worry worm into his vice-captain’s eyes. “Is there something w-wrong?” he whispered. “Hm?” Isane’s head snapped up from her concentration. “O-oh, it’s nothing. Nothing, Yamada-nanaseki.” She swiftly glanced at Byakuya to check if he was within ear-reach. Confident that he wasn’t, she beckoned him to bring his head closer and whispered. “I’m just slightly worried about Rukia-san’s wounds. She’s taken a nasty beating…But I think it would be best if we don’t mention this to Kuchiki-taichou. No doubt he would worry, and there is already enough on his mind.” Hanatarou nodded in agreement and went back to healing. Out of the corner of his eyes he sneaked a peek at the still standing captain. He wondered if he heard them. It didn’t matter if they whispered; that didn’t stop a captain from overhearing bits of conversations. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the man’s posture just barely stiffen and a slight change in the emotionless mask: dark gray eyes slightly narrowed, the

forehead just faintly creased with worry, the jaws clenched, and the lips turned down to a tiny frown. ‘Ah, he must have heard us!’ Hanatarou thought softly. ‘And he’s worried.’ He looked down at the raven-haired girl. ‘Please, please wake up soon, Rukia-san!’ In another world… “Well, Sasuke’s been excused from his execution thank goodness, even though he did try to destroy Konoha. He is to be guarded and watched by at least one ANBU on duty. The other kids that were tagging along with him were also excused and split to their own journeys. Sasuke is probably going to be forever indebted to the Hokage for saving his ass. ” A tall man of twenty-nine years stood alone in a clearing of the woods in front of a memorial grave stone. He was a ninja, a jounin, with gravity-defying gray… white?…silver?…bah, he never really gave a damn anyways, hair. It was very early in the morning, most people would still be asleep. The sky was still dark, fog rolled about, and dew covered the grass. A gloved hand rose to fix headband that went over the man’s left eye. The single, lazy right eye looked down at a small orange book with a warning sign that was sticking out of his vest pocket. “Nghuhuhu” a perverted giggle slipped out, muffled by the dark mask that covered the bottom half of his face. He tapped the book to the memorial stone. “Sensei, you’re missing out on some good stuff here. Jiraiya-sama’s new Icha Icha series! The story’s one of the best I’ve read so far.” He sighed wistfully, “I can picture just how Obito and Rin would react. Obito, bet you’d be jealous, and Rin, you’d be horrified.” The stone stood silent. “Ah yea, about the kids. Sasuke‘s still so quiet but I think he’s eased up more these past years. His mind seems more at peace now with his brother. Naruto still loves ramen; and I think he’s starting to get full control of the Kyuubi.” the lazy black eye twinkled proudly. “Your son is getting stronger everyday, Sensei. He, as well as everyone else, have become fine jounin. Sakura’s becoming an amazing medic-nin, a second Tsunade…literally. Sasuke, next to Naruto, is becoming one of the strongest. ” He paused. “I think everyone’s forgiven Sasuke. Although some of the villagers and the elders are still grim with him. We’ve all missed him, especially Naruto and Sakura. Team 7 wasn’t the same without him. Oh, that reminds me of Sai. He’s getting better with his emotions. Although, he still makes mistakes in nicknames.” Birds began to chirp, snapping the man out of his rambles. He looked to the east and was greeted by the sun peaking out with its bright arms. “Ah!” he fisted his hair, eye widened comically. “Shit, I forgot that I promised to meet the four of them at the Hokage Mountain to watch the sunrise! Aw man, I’m two hours late!” He spun around to for one last look at the large, dark stone. His fingers gently touched each name of his past comrades and loved ones on the cold surface. “Otousan…

…Sensei... …Sandaime… …Obito… …Rin… …Asuma…” On and on he went, briefly touching each chiseled letter and saying the names. Finally, his fingers touched dirt. They hastily swiped the dirt away to reveal the final name. “…Hanatarou…” The man stepped back and formed a seal. “Mah,” he said, “it seems I have to go now. Ja ne.” And with a ‘Poof!’ Hatake Kakashi, the legendary Copy-nin of Konoha, disappeared in a smoke. Aaaannnd in another world… “Hitsuzen… ….destiny… ...the inevitable…” Long, silk-like black hair strewn about as a lady clad in an exotic red kimono slowly sipped her sake from the white, flat saucer-like cup. Her ruby eyes gazed peacefully at the twinkling stars and the full moon as she took a deep breath of the night air. “Some would say that fate is …Strange… …Forever changing… …Random… …Cruel… …So sudden… …There are times when questions are asked, such as… …‘Why must terrible things happen to such good people?’…” “But,” another sip, “that is just hitsuzen. A never-ending cycle of life and dreams interconnected.” “Like cable wires!” chirped a black manju. The lady chuckled, “Like cable wires, Mokona?” The small, round, black rabbit-like creature nodded. “Uh huh!” Mokona giggled and took a swig from the sake bottle. It’s cheeks rosy from the alcohol and the jewel on its forehead glistened from the light of the moon. “Oh, fireflies!” it squeaked and jumped out to the yard to catch the glowing bugs. The mysterious lady giggled as she watched the creature hop about in vain and sighed,

“Ah, but there are also times when hitsuzen seems to be on your side. When everything seems to go just right, even if it is for just a moment.” The shoji door slid open to reveal a youth about fifteen years of age. He had on a white apron as well as a bandana to keep his messy black hair out the way. He set down a tray of snacks that were quickly attacked by a black manju. Mismatched blue and yellow eyes gave a look to the lady. “Were you talking to yourself again, Yuuko-san?” he asked. Yuuko put a finger to her cheek and tilted her head in a sly manner. “Maaayybee. I’ll tell you if you bring me some more sake.” She wiggled the sake bottle to indicate its emptiness. “You,” growled the ‘servant’. “I think you’re drunk enough as it is!” An accusing finger pointed at her red cheeks. Twin girls popped out of nowhere. “Drunk!” giggled the girl with long blue pigtails . “Drunk!” giggled the short pink-haired girl. They held each others hands and spun around, landed next to the woma, and gave her affectionate hugs. “Eeh?! Don’t tell me you agree with April 1st, Maru, Moro?!” The girls giggled as the woman gave an exaggerated hurtful look. “Don’t call me April 1st!” screeched Watanuki. “Maa, maa just one more, Watanuki-kun!” begged Yuuko. “Yea, April 1st, just one more!” squeaked Mokona. One of Watanuki’s eyes twitched , he never could refuse his “boss” when she begged. “Fine,” he growled and turned to stomp away. “Oh, and Watanuki?” Yuuko called. “What else do you want from me?!” screamed the boy, he started to scratch furiously at his head, messing up his bandana. “Stack up on some more sake and food. Guests are to arrive soon.” The boy froze. “Guests? Who are they? When?” “Oh,” a mysterious smile formed on Yuuko’s face. “A client I haven’t seen in a while. Perhaps some new faces. I don’t know when they are to come.” “Ooookay?” Watanuki nodded hesitantly and turned to be on his way for the sake. Red eyes slightly narrowed at the feel of an ominous presence. “And there seems to be something dangerous coming. You should be careful or else someone important could get hurt.” Watanuki stopped and turned back to where Yuuko was. Did he hear that right or was that just his imagination? ‘Ah whatever,’ he thought, ‘better get that sake!’